Disclaimer: Yup I own everything. I own Inuyasha, I own coffee, hell, I even own DD! No disclaimer for me!
(JK, I own nothing.)
Authors Note: First fic EVER, please go easy on me.
Sweet
He took it black.
He always took it black.
What was the point of adding so much cream and sugar your drink ends up looking whiter than a snowy day in Vermont?
No thanks, he liked his joe tasting like the scorched, leftover, coffee grinds that had settled at the bottom of the pot and gotten stuck there.
Hell, he prided himself in it.
Besides, it was just way more convenient to order a tall "straight", than to go through the whole, long, agonizing processes, of trying to decode whatever the hell the menu was trying to tell him at his local Starbucks.
"Java, mocha, choco-chip, frappuh - wahh?"
Nope, black was better.
It was less expensive, less time consuming, and made his mornings a hell of a lot easier to handle.
Black was his regular.
The civil-servent workers here knew this.
He had been coming to the same damn shop for two years now!
So then, why after getting his normal tall mild, did he take a sip, and decide something was…well…off?
Confused, he hesitantly took another taste, and tried to distinguish between his regular, and whatever this was. What was wrong with it?
The difference was subtle, but it was definitely there,
Still bitter and strong, but then again, not.
Sweeter.
Smoother.
Hazelnut. He finally decided.
Someone had taken the liberty of adding a shot of hazelnut flavoring to his coffee.
Glancing at the receipt, he noted that there was no extra charge, which was strange for an upscale, trendy coffee shop such as the one he was in.
Usually they charged a good 50 cents more if you wanted froth.
So this was a mistake. Some new, naïve, stupid trainee had screwed up.
Looking behind the counter, there were only three staff members on duty;
the ponytailed guy who had previously taken his order
a tall chick who looked like she was indescribably bored, and some other girl…
With dark hair that looked a bit frizzed out from all the steam flying around, and who kept shooting him shy glances from time to time, hiding underneath her green visor.
He met her eyes for a second, and then grinned. Thanks.
Her cheeks flushed pink, and a giggle escaped as she hastily looked away, and went to go blend something for the next customer.
Still grinning, he walked out of the warm, dimly lit shop, and into the frozen city street, drinking as he went.
…Pretty good.
A/N:a pointless little drabble, scribbled onto several dunkin dounuts napkins while waiting for my friend to finish her shift.